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God Moving In Us Vocation As Resistance
‘Creator’s Touch’ - “Once shaped by worldly powers, now a work of my Creator’s hands…” [...]
God Moving Through Us Vocation As Resistance
Christ breathes vocation's way upon us [...]
The challenge of vocation as resistance. [...]
Christ as the deepest soul-friend [...]
A call to intimacy with the Holy Trinity. [...]
Uplifting poem when journeying with God down unexpected paths. [...]
...You let my past fall away, to find joy in You instead... [...]
Seeking deeper intimacy to be sensitivity to God's love and pain for people and creation. [...]
Voyage on, follow Christ’s untamed wind... [...]
The call to the Celtic Pilgrim's Challenge of Trasna. [...]
...Fences built to curtail Christ’s call to journey with the Trinity. Yet in Christ’s power I am free... [...]
...And I encouraged in heart, challenged in mind, with joyful soul, choose to walk on unstable ground. [...]
God Moving Before Us Vocation As Resistance
"...Christ, be joy to my heart. I am shunned, betrayed, pushed away..." [...]
he pull towards a settled life fights the call to journey. [...]
A Lament Pandemic’s utterance to the urban dweller... [...]
Seeking the light of Christ amidst darkness moments [...]
A recital of a voyager's tale of brokenness and restoration. [...]
...So I averted my eyes, till they fell upon Christ, and Christ hid me... [...]
Fractured foresight... [...]
..be at peace within a hecklers’ world.... [...]
Warming the hearts of others who come our way. [...]
God Moving Beyond Us Vocation As Resistance
...I look within. You my Lord, wait there in silence. In grief, you weep over my wound. Come, take my hand touch my wound, what can come from this so I weep [...]
In the shadow of your wings the tempest’s frenzy bites. And yet, You move my heart... [...]
A tale on the continual fall of dominating powers and the eternal reign of the Kingdom of God. [...]
...And O I hear the birds sing, a choir of echoes, bouncing off battered cliffs rejoicing ... [...]
Creation speaks with its Creator on human hubris. [...]
